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PORT PERRY STAR - Wednesday, August 3,1994 - 7 "A Family Tradition for 128 Years" The Port Perry Star &w'5 same en: wen G | Mgr. - Don Macl.eod 188 MARY STREET - PORT PERRY, ONTARIO - LoL 187 [FETTER Non Bair hon acke PHONE (905) 985-7383 FAX 985-3708 See 8] Sports Editor - Kelly Lown The Port Perry Star is authorized as second class mail by the BUSINESS OFFICE Office Mandger - Gayle Stapley Accounting - Judy Ashby, Louise Hope Retail Sales - Kathy Dudley, wCNA Member of the Post Office Department, Ottawa, for cash payment of postage. CULL ADVERTISING PRODUCTION CENA 4 Canadian Community Newspaper Association Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Advertising Manager - AnnaJackman Annabell Harrison, Ontario Community Newspaper Association Subscription Rate: AE Jel:W Advertising Sales - Bill Eastwood Trudy Empringham, BTEC Published avery t Tugsday by PS ario 1Year-$32.100 6Months-$17.72 Foreign -$90.95 Advertising Sales - Rhonda Stevens Susan Milne, Port Perry Star Co. Lid. my. includes $2.10GST includes $1.22GST includes $5.95GS 1 Production - Pamela Hickey Robert Taylor, Richard Drew * GST Included In price ETTERS This is Purple Loosestrife Week = but will call the new company Port Perry Printing. From Page 6 27, 1974. 10YEARS AGO Thursday, July 31, 1984 when they acclaimed Allan Lawrence as their candidate. until the spring. in salaries. anniversary of George and Myrtle Palmer. To the Editor: The week of July 31 to Aug. 5 is Purple Loosestrife Week and to celebrate, the Environmental Youth Corp will be organizing an environmental clean up of the causeway. This clean up will take place Thursday eve- ning (Aug. 4) at around 6:30 p.m. The purple loosestrife is an environmental disaster. This plant that was imported to Can- ada from England and has spread like wild fire through our wetlands. The problem with this plant is that in Canada, there are no animals that feed on it and to make matters worse, the purple loosestrife has an aggressive growth rate, allowing the plant to completely. take over ponds and wetlands in a very short period of time. The purple loosestrife is a very difficult plant to control. Heartfelt thanks for kindness To the Editor: I would like to take this op- portunity to say a heartfelt thank you to Mike Guido of Monte Carlo Hair Salon on Wa- ter Street, Port Perry. This man The top of the flower must first be cut before pulling out the plant. The reason for this is to control the seeds in the flower by pulling the plant out pro- vides greater risk of spreading the seeds. Another problem with the purple loosestrife is that the roots are annual, meaning that they reproduce every year. If anyone is interested in helping out with the clean up of the purple loosestrife on Aug. 4, please call the Environmental Youth Corp at 985-7346 or meet at the west end of the causeway. Please bring gloves and boots. Thank you, Andy Ross More accidents will happen To the Editor: The fatal accident that oc- curred on the Island Road F'ri- day afternoon is a sobering ex- ample of why the proposed "Charitable" gaming facility is wrong for Scugog Island. The increased traffic this fa- cility will attract will only in- crease the possibility of a simi- lar occurrence on a more regular basis. With an accident of this severity, it caused the closure of the Island Road in both directions, limiting the ac- cessibility of the Island as a whole, to other emergency units if needed. With only one road on and one road off the Island, a good long hard look must be taken with respect to the traffic impact of this proposed facility. Wayne Wanamaker Scugog Island Canadians deserve better From Page 6 Canadians expect and de- serve better. Prime Minister Chretien should quickly intro- duce real MP pension reform, which would help to restore Ca- nadians' respect for their elect- ed representatives. Yours truly, David Somerville, President National Citizens Coalition Henry Janssen of Uxbridge purchased the commercial printing department of the Port Perry Star effective July 1, 1974. Mr. Janssen continues to work out of the Star building Hospital For Sick Children School of Nursing in Toronto on July It was a big night for Durham-Northumberland Conservatives All the red tape was cleared away for a new 60-unit apartment building in Port Perry, but construction may not get underway The 370-member Durham Regional Police Association ratified a one-year contract, giving them just under a five per cent increase Mr. and Mrs Alvin Redshaw celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary with family and friends at the Claremont Legion Hall. Friends and family gathered to celebrate the 50th wedding took time from his busy sched- ule to drive all the way to King- ston General Hospital on Sun- day, July 17 to visit a long time patron, Glenn Nelson, my fa- ther, of Campbellford, Ontario. Dad is awaiting open heart sur- gery which hopefully will be Mike not only spent time vis- iting with dad but also took the time to give Glenn a much need- ed hair cut. You will never know how much the family of Glenn appre- ciated you doing this for dad. Thank you for being the car- ing person you are! Alice Waldriff, Waterdown, Ont. (formerly of Blackstock) Would-be thieves chased off, busted A baseball bat-wielding employee and a quick-thinking pas- serby are credited with the arrest of two would-be robbers in soon. Brooklin. Durham Regional Police said a man wearing a mask entered the Baldwin St. Beckers store around 6:40 p.m. last week and demanded cash, indicating he had a weapon. The man was chased off by the 47-year-old manager, who pulled a bat from beneath the counter. The suspect got into a car driven by a second man and they sped off, police said. But a person who was just pulling up to the store spotted the occurrence and followed the getaway car down several streets in B Yookiin and onto Thickson Rd., taking down the licence number. Police, assisted by information provided by the citizen, later arrested two Oshawa men. Editor's Notepad by Jeff Mitchell ME AND MY BIG MOUTH... It was about a mile south of Saintfield that the feeling hit me: That unpleasant, prickling sensa- tion of dread going up the back of the neck. Instinctively I looked at the rearview mirror, and was soon being ushered to the side of the road by the flashing lights of a Durham Police cruiser. I sat in the idling car as The Officer crunched his way across the gravelled shoulder and then reached me. He stood silhouetted by the early morning sun as it rose over the sweeping fields to the east. " 'Morning," I offered tenetatively. "Good morning," said The Officer crisply. Then: "You're travelling a little quickly this morning, sir. May I see your licence, ownership and insurance, please?" I fumbled the slips through the car window and then sat as he examined them. Silently he with- drew a booklet filled with yellow tickets and then began to scratch at one of them with a police-issue pen. I felt it was time for some sort of action. "Yes," I spat suddenly, "speeding. I realize I was going a bit fast." Then it all came spilling forth, some kind of stream-of-consciousness litany I still have no way to explain. "It's just that I've just started this new job, see?" -- The Officer looked up from his pad -- "And I really don't want to be late." "Hmm," said The Officer. "And I was up all night with the new baby," I continued, "colicky, you know?" "Hmmmm," intoned The Officer, sympathetic. I know I should have left it at that, but the sight of The Officer lowering his ticket book to fix me with that look of concern somehow opened the floodgates. "All night walking the floor with a crying baby. Had to do it myself because of course my wife's no help since she broke both her legs... and the roof of the tent -- did I mention we've been living in a tent by the dump since our house was burned down? -- the roof of the tent leaked all night, and that of course just made things worse..." The Officer's jaw had dropped open as my mon- ologue continued. He stared at me in disbelief, "The other 15 children were restless," I babbled, "and the farmer firing his shotgun over the tent made everyone nervous..." The Officer had snapped his jaw shut and turned his head right, then left, as if searching for the Candid Camera crew. Slowly he drew his ticket book back up and silently, with determination, wrote out the rest of my speeding ticket. "And -- and -- and..." my momentum dying, 1 watched as he completed the ticket, ripped it from the booklet and handed it to me. "I -- I laid it on a little thick, I guess," I admitted. "You did at that," The Officer replied. He watched as I signed the ticket, then took his copy, left me with mine. "Thank you sir," he said, turning smartly and crunching off across the gravel to his cruiser. I was some kind of late for work, too.